I found him...DEAD!

meanings.dreams.deeds.life.

I found him dead
And a note by his side,
Saying
'...Good Bye!'
His eyes, half opened
Half closed
And his fist
Clutched.
He's sitting in the
Table
But for any paper
There was a mirror
Broken.
The pieces were sharp
Scattered all around
Shattered like a dream
It hurts the eye
Beholds it
He was smiling,
Looking at me
And his fist, too hard to move
His fingers
Bled
Managed to snatch
A piece of life, from
His grip
He'd never give.
His eyes shined,
Red.
A drop.
I looked in-
I found him dead
As he found me!

Reviews

[KayOss]

Hrm... Nice twist at the end. I liked it. Your poetry always takes a moment to get, and then it hits full force and all at once, like a punch to the face. I like the question your poem seems to pose at end. Who is really dead? The seemingly dead person or the one who found him? It's a question readers must decide for themselves. Splendid. Simply splendid.

[PhoeniX]

it seemed like this turned around in the end. like the guy that was found dead, was not dead but the person who found him was instead. it was a weird turn around. thats how i looked at it. good work though